Rhymes of the Survey and Frontier

Sons of the survey, sons of the wild, sons of the / prodigal son, / Chums of the lonely and ancient pine, standing / eternally dumb; / Knowing the cost of the words "To fail," staking the / way in the gloom, / Dreaming the dream in the dim unseen, daring its / ravening doom, / Men who are known by the great alone, men who are / leading the way, / Fighting the fight in the long, lone night, loving the / lure of the fray; / Reckless and careless, but ever true, men of the track / and the mine, / Carving to-day 'midst the desert's sway, their names / on the sands of time.

Men with a home that is all in the world, men who / are fated to stay, / Roaming the West or the mighty North, building the / future to-day; / Drawing a hand when the world began, playing the / game that is set; / Plans that were born on Creation's morn, wanderers / wandering yet.